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"Yes. Right. Follow me," he said while nodding, his cheeks turning a few shades darker when he saw Erika's smile. Not wanting to be rude, Jarod gave her a small (but considerate) grin before turning forward and beginning to make his way to the front doors again. Hopefully, this time will go uninterrupted, he thought to himself. Not because he didn't like Erika, but because he wasn't sure if he could handle leading a huge tour group; just these two made him nervous. He pushed down that queasiness for the next few seconds at least, though, determined to follow through with this job before something else goes wrong.

Harrison rolled his eyes out of view of the other two. He just wanted to get to the office, socializing could come later. He began to follow Jarod as he led the group to the office. The new arrival grabbed his phone from his pocket and began to look busy as he let the other two talk between themselves. He didn't care enough to join in at this point.

Erika didn't really care about how Harrison, seeming quite annoyed, had pulled out his phone, busying himself with it. She, however, turned her attention to Jarod, smiling her rather smirk smile shyly. She noticed his cheeks were flustered and she smiled. "No need to be, Jarod." she smiled and turned her head to one side, staring him through with her green eyes.

Jarod was pulling open a door and standing behind it, holding it in place for Harrison and Erika when he heard the latter speak to him. Heavy embarrassment was the first to flood his brain, followed by an almost as large amount of panic. "I-er-uh-" he stammered, looking the girl in the eye, his own showing a bit of fear--most of it was rooted in how easily she could read him, the rest just his everyday paranoia. But what was Jarod supposed to do now? What would he say? Was there anything to say, or was the question completely rhetorical? "I'm not..?" he ended up saying, the regret following right after. He was about to apologize but stopped himself before he could screw up any worse than he already had. All he could do to try and say something was offer up his trademark nervous smile and hope for the best to follow.